That year,
Under the green willows in the long wind,
The blue waves rippled slightly.
At that moment,
Turning back slightly,
The sky and the earth are pale.
On the other side is the vast sea of sand in the Yellow Desert,
On this side is the ocean of melodious fishermen's songs.
The shark beads rolled down into the deep sea,
is a treasure
Also tears.
The sound of the flute makes me fall asleep in the middle of the night,
For nothing else,
Just for what is hidden deep in my heart,
A past.
Conception: